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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 4 years ago

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Make love, not war: The anti- OBX drama edition

Okay kids, listen up.

I’m too old for all of this drama and I’ve been on this hellsite for way too long to just keep watching it in silence so this is gonna be my only, long ass post about this mess that has occured/is occuring. I’m trying to get my thoughts out and and maybe talk some sense into the last three braincells some people have left.

These are my thoughts. My opinion. It’s totally fine if you disagree but if you feel strongly offended or called out by this, you might be part of the problem.

I’ve been watching the drama for a while now and normally I’m just someone who’s on the quiet side, grabbing a box of popcorn and watching how y’all tear each other to pieces but seriously?

Some of you really need to get a life.

Fandom life isn’t always easy, fandom life can be messy, some people are not what they seem, yadda yadda.

But seriously, did you lose all the respect you had when you’ve signed up on this website or social media in general?

First: The Rudy “drama”

Someone, a really sweet and nice to everyone person, stated a theory based on an anon ask who based their ask on a social media website. A theory. A worst case scenario of what might have happened. They wanted to be nice and answer to every anon they’re getting but guys.

Guys.

It was a theory. A mere idea of what might have happened because someone asked, nothing else. It was not facts, there was no evidence and the ask that caused all of this was not based on facts either. It can totally be fun to speculate about things. You’re allowed to believe what you want. Rudy’s a dick, Rudy’s a sweet angel, Rudy is a blue alien in disguise, everyone is allowed to have an opinion on something but oh my god.

Don’t make facts out of theories.

Don’t look at three emotes and be like “oh my god they have to be dating!”

Don’t make a drama out of two actors not liking each other’s posts on Instagram like what the heck.

When did Social Media take over your life so much that you interpret everything in those little things? There’s a real life out there, ya know?

We don’t know anything for a fact so let it go. Wait until someone says something official which probably won’t happen.

More importantly, stay out of actors' private lives as much as you can. Seriously. You’re welcome to state your opinion about them, make theories, stuff like that but tbh, it’s better to stay out of it because at the end of your day, it’s none of our business. Celebrity stalking is not and never will be cool. Don’t waste your time and energy of trying to figure something out they clearly don’t want you to see. Best example for this are like, baby news.

I know it can be exciting to figure stuff out. I know you can be totally curious because you like that person and want to find things about their life but don’t blow it out of proportion.

Actors are humans. Actors are not their characters. They have their own private life and if they want to share, that’s cool. If not, then that’s also cool. And tbh, the OBX cast is feeding us a lot more way more than other actors from other shows/movies, god bless them.

But who the fuck do you think you are that you’re sending them, the actors or the people talking about it, hate based on a simple theory on a website that has a life on it’s own and things that happen on here should stay on here? That’s not cool, it’s a shame for other people in the fandom. Why would you want to make a person feel bad because I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t like to feel this way either.

They’re grown ups, they can do what they want. You don’t have to like it but for the love of god:

Have some respect for a human being.

Second: The Chase Thing aka #chasestokespartyisover

That last sentence totally applies here too.

Have respect for a human being.

Boy made a tweet over ten years ago where he said something that was problematic. Was that cool? No. Did he apologize? Yes. Is it time to let it go? Totally. Was his hacking excuse true or not? WE DON’T KNOW.

You know what’s not cool tho? Some people taking their time to scroll down TEN YEARS AND MORE on a timeline to get some tea on them that you can use and complain about.

I know quarantine can get boring but jfc guys. There are more things to life than obsessing over an actor, ya know.

We all said shit in our youth, that’s a fact but people change. They grow. Don’t compare a teenage boy with a grown ass man.

You know what’s also totally 100% not acceptable? People photoshopping fake screenshots to show what a big mean white boi Chase is, trying to fuel the fire of hate. What the fuck is wrong in those minds?

Cancel Culture is a toxic phenomenon that should be the only thing getting canceled. You can’t cancel people, ya know. It’s fucking toxic to say something like that and just...don’t, man. I barely have any words left to describe this stupid thing.

Make love, not war. Spread love, not hate.

Fandom is not a place to rip each other to pieces. Not everything in this world is about race, sex/gender or problematic things. Just because someone doesn’t reblog a lot about Madison it’s mostly not because of racism or because she’s queer. Sure, that’s probably the case for some people but you know, those people aren’t worth it then.

Fandom is not a place that should spread hate around, especially not on anon, sending people asks filled with hate. There’s a bunch of younger kids on here, especially in the OBX fandom from what I’ve seen so far and it’s not okay to tell a 15 year old girl to tell her to go kill herself because she likes Rudy more than JD or shit like that. It’s never okay to something like that but it hits the younger ones even harder. Maybe it’s their first fandom and people ruin that experience on the spot, feeling powerful while on anon.

Fandom should be a place where we come together and have fun. Make friends and share things. Gifset, fanfics, theories about the new season, things like that. It should be a place to freak out over new teasers, new pictures from the set, the cast sharing stuff on their platform of choice and just things we enjoy.

There are different ways to block and blacklist on Tumblr, especially if you’re using it in a browser on your laptop/pc. Use that to block toxic people, tags you don’t wanna see and create your own little bubble where you’re happy in. Do this in case you feel uncomfortable with some people around here, so you only see what makes you happy.

Please remind yourself about the fact that behind all those blogs, there are real people. People who all have their own lives, own opinions, own ideas. Same goes for actors. They’re not there for your personal entertainment, they don’t have to share their complete private life with you. They’re human, just like you and me and it’s unacceptable to send them hate, no matter what they’ve done. You don’t have to like them but keep it to yourself or talk about it with friends, I don’t give a shit but leave it out of their sight.

Please remind yourself that we want to have a good time here and especially during times like these where we spend more time on here than we probably should *laughs*

If you made it to the end, thank you for your attention and taking your time and remember:

Be nice to each other, the world is cruel enough.

-Captain out.

#outer banks #obx #obx netflix #rudy pankow #chase stokes #madison bailey #jonathan daviss #madelyn cline #drew starkey #obx cast #this is just a massive brain dumb with lots of swearing lmao

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pocketsizedsamwinchester · 5 years ago

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My Body, My Rules

Pairing: Jared x Reader x Jensen

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of abortion

Beta: @shay67ss

As an actress, your “personal life” wasn’t really that personal. It always seemed like somebody was in business- telling you what to wear, that they didn’t like your hair, that your boobs and that your ass wasn't big enough or that they were both too big. It seemed as if all of your fans knew everything about you. But there was just one thing they didn’t- and you intended on keeping it that way. You adored your fans and your co-workers too. However, despite having no personal life, you would never change your job for the world! You loved acting- it was your life. There you were, sitting on the bed in your hotel room in your matching lacy black bra and panty set, staring at the opened suitcase on the floor, deciding what to wear. After many minutes of serious deliberation, you decided on black jeans with a loose-fitting and open blue, tank top style blouse. You also decided on beige coloured pumps to wear. If you got tired of heels, you packed your comfy Birkenstocks sandals in your bag to change into.

“Now… Hair.” You mumbled to yourself, sitting in front of the mirror.

You pulled it back into a simple dutch braid. You would be meeting Jared and Jensen backstage in twenty minutes as they decided to drive from their houses in Austin, Texas. Dallas Con was about to start and you were excited to get that face to face time with your fans during your panel. Today, you and Jensen had a panel while Jared had photo-ops and autographs. Then, after lunch, you and Jared had a panel while Jensen had photo-ops and autographs. After Dinner, the cast was heading down to a local bar to do some karaoke. Sunday was the gold panel featuring Jensen and Jared, while they were out on stage, you were going to have photo-ops and autographs, then you would join the boys in front of all the fans. You were excited for this weekend! You grabbed your phone, wallet, jacket and shoved them all into your bag with your Birkenstocks then headed downstairs. Jensen and Jared were just emerging through a swarm of fans that were not yet allowed into the huge ballroom where the convention was being held.

“Good morning, boys!” You smiled, giving each of them a hug.

“It’ll be a good morning when I can get this smell of car off me, we just drove for three hours to get here… normally I’d be used to this but it’s early and I’m tired.” Jensen chuckled, hugging you back.

“I told you guys that you should’ve come and spent the night at the hotel with me, but you refused.”

“Well, we had a nice dinner with our families.” Jared hugged you back as well.

“That’s nice, at least you got to spend some time with your families, despite the early rise. I’m heading to a coffee shop… want anything, you two?” You offered.

“Just the usual.” Jared winked.

You knew what that meant. A coffee and a muffin for each of them. Saturday went well. You couldn’t wait for the gold panel on Sunday with both Jared and Jensen. Those were your favourite panels. You were with your two best friends. After your photo-ops and autographs Sunday morning, you met up with the boys on stage. You took your seat between Jensen and Jared as the crowd cheered.

“Hey, Y’all!” You exclaimed into your microphone. “I think I’ve been in Texas for too long… I’m already starting to talk like one. It’s time for me to head back to Canada.”

The fans laughed at your little joke.

“Y’all need to tell Y/N that a Texan accent is better than that stinky Canadian one she got, eh?” Jared teased you.

The crowd giggled at Jared and his mix of Texan and Canadian accents.

“Agree to disagree, huh? Let’s start taking some questions!” You shot Jared a smile.

At about an hour into the panel, a fan asked you to send an inspirational message to her friend who was going through some rough times.

“Hi, Jocelyn, it’s Jensen, Jared and Y/N. Your friend Maria is thinking about you. All I can really say is that, and speaking from experience, things do get better. When I was a teenager, I went through something that was really hard on me. I was down in the dumps for nearly a year before I really started to feel like myself again. It takes time, but you’ll get there. Never lose hope and don’t be afraid to ask for help.”

“No matter what you’re going through, you need to remember that you are not alone,” Jensen added to your speech.

“And that you always need to keep fighting,” Jared added as well. “Life has a lot of ups and downs and ways of making us upset and hurt. But you’re stronger than those things.”

“Thanks, guys, This is going to mean a lot to Jocelyn.” Maria smiled.

“You’re welcome.” You said.

You began to think of what happened to you when you were just eighteen years old. Alone and scared, you vowed to never feel like that again.

Another fan spoke up, “I have a question for Jensen.”

“Shoot.” Jensen raised his microphone to his lips and then let it fall back into his lap once he was done speaking.

“Does it bother you that Danneel had an abortion?”

Jensen took a minute before answering, formulating an answer that wouldn’t get him in trouble.

“Of course not. She’s my wife and I support all her choices. Us as men- We as people have no right to tell another person what they can and cannot do with their body. As a husband, I love and support my wife unconditionally.” Jensen replied to the fan’s question.

“But it’s like murdering another person and that’s wrong.” The fan argued.

“It's a hard choice to have to make, but that doesn’t make it wrong. I stand by Dee.” Jensen said firmly.

“Just because someone has an abortion doesn’t mean they’re a murderer or a bad person. Some women are raped, some women have the possibility of passing genetic disorders along to their baby that would cause that child to have a low quality of life or could put the mother's life in danger. Not all women get abortions just because. We have reasons and those reasons are none of your damn business.” You started to tear up as you became more and more frustrated the more you talked.

Jensen and Jared both looked over at you. Jared instinctively started rubbing your shoulder when he saw that you were crying.

“The truth is…” You took a deep breath. “I wasn’t in a good place when I was a teenager. I was seventeen years old, in a bad relationship with very little parental support. My boyfriend at the time was older than me, had addictions to sex, alcohol, drugs and had a very sour personality. When I got pregnant at eighteen years old, I knew I couldn’t bring a child into the world where I was alone with a borderline abusive boyfriend. I wasn’t ready and I was scared. A few years ago, I found out that I’m a carrier for the genetic disorder Tay-Sachs. It is an autosomal recessive disorder that progressively destroys nerve cells causing the child to die at around the age of just five years old. Looking back on my decision to have an abortion, I realize that I made the right choice. Without knowing that I was a carrier and not knowing if my Ex was a carrier, made me run the risk of having a child who would’ve been handicapped and had a 100% chance of death at an extremely young age. I can’t bear to bring a child into this world knowing I could possibly be killing it.”

You wipe your tears and looked side to side at each Jensen and Jared.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you guys before.” You gulped.

“Don’t be sorry Y/N. You made the right choice for the safety of yourself and the child you were carrying.” Jared pulled you closer and gave you a tight squeeze.

“Thank you, guys.” You sniffed.

You had always believed that it wouldn’t have been right to bring a baby into the world when you knew you had the possibility of giving a genetic disorder that would kill it.

“I believe that a baby isn’t a punishment for sex. A baby is a choice, just like abortion is. People choose not to have kids all the time but they aren’t shamed for it. Because it’s a choice. People choose what’s best for them. And I chose what was best for me at that very moment.” You said confidently.

The crowd cheered and clapped in support of you. When it died down, a fan piped up.

“How did you find out you’re a carrier of Tay-Sachs?”

“My parents were young when they had me. When I was twenty-four, my mom was only thirty-nine, almost forty, and my parents had gotten pregnant again. She had a very difficult and high-risk pregnancy. When the baby was born, he was diagnosed with Tay-Sachs. Doctors suggested that I get tested for the fate of my future children. It was just my luck that I’m a carrier.”

“Is that why you don’t have kids?” The fan asked curiously.

“Part of the reason, yes.” You sniffed. “The other part is that I just don’t really want kids. My job means I have very little downtime and I can’t imagine being that far away from my baby for such a long time. I don’t know how Jared and Jensen do it, honestly, I don’t.” You explained.

It felt great to get that secret off your chest! It felt like a weight that was dragging you down and was finally released, making your load a lot lighter. Being pro-choice was one thing, actually accepting the fact that a loved one or yourself has had an abortion is a totally different ballpark. If you had a kid at the age of eighteen with the possibility of it having a fatal disorder- you wouldn’t be where you are today. You’d be a grieving mother who lost their kid, almost just like your mom, without your amazing job on Supernatural.

“My body, my choice and no one can change my opinion on that.” You announced.

The crowd cheered in agreement. You, Jensen and Jared all stood up on stage. The two boys pulled you into a hug.

“We’re so proud of you, Y/N.” Jensen kisses your forehead.

“You were so brave.” Jared pressed against the opposite side of your forehead.

“Thanks, you guys.” You sniffed and smiled.

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lazy-stitch · 7 years ago

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Ya girl needs very little encouragement to post things lmao, so here y’all go. (also, I’m really sorry if there’s weird symbols where the apostrophes etc are? I can’t see it on mobile, but on desktop it’s all over my posts... They only show up when I put a read more cut, but since this is so long I’m not gonna exclude one. I’d get rid of the symbols manually if I could, but they don’t appear when I’m editing the post. They disappear once you click keep reading tho.)

Title: sock slides.docx? Lmao it doesn’t have one yet bc titles are generally the last thing I do Rating: g+ - it is dumb domestic stuff with mutual pining, some cursing Ship: Scarlet Vision Word count rn: 6669 Warning: This is still a wip (and if I knew what to do with it, it’s like... only 2/3rds the way done?) and I make zero (0) guarantees I’ll ever finish it since it has been troubling me for so long. If I do, I’ll post the link to my ao3 I guess (tbh tho my user there is the same so I’m not that hard to find).

"You think they know there are live cameras all around the compound, even in our living quarters?"

Five pairs of dubious eyes turned from the computer screen to Steve. He shrugged, a sort of smile on his face. He’d only recently figured out Tony had installed cameras into the living areas of the Avengers Compound, so it didn’t hurt to ask – especially since he felt watching this feed was an invasion of privacy (it was a cute video, granted, but it just felt wrong to watch it if they didn’t know there were working cameras all over the place).

“Maybe they think they’re dummy cams?” Sam offered. He, too, had been a bit late on noticing the camera system, and it was only when Steve had asked about them that he’d been told they were recording everything. Considering how big the Avengers Compound was, which was comparable to a large museum, he didn’t feel ashamed that he’d assumed the cameras in the living quarters were fakes. At Sam’s side, Tony snorted and rolled his eyes.

“They probably didn’t think we’d check,” Tony said, because he knew for a fact at least one of the two in question knew about the extensive camera system at the Compound. He’d helped Tony install the cameras, which is why Vision knew the living area feed would only be checked if a problem occurred. There hadn’t been any red flags sent up while the rest of the Avengers had been on a mission, leaving Vision and Wanda to housesit, no. It was the fact they’d had the Compound to themselves. Natasha claimed Vision acted differently around Wanda if he thought no one would notice (and vice versa), and Steve voiced similar opinions that Wanda and Vision seemed to favor each other after watching simulation trainings. That had garnered the interest of the rest of the Avengers, new and old, and there wasn’t a better opportunity to observe them than on the camera feeds while all of the other Avengers were on a mission. They all acknowledged it was a bit underhanded, but, as leaders of the New Avengers team, Natasha and Steve did need to know how their team acted around each other. They’d need to know if Vision and Wanda were closer than originally presumed to plan for possible bad reactions if one got hurt.

Or so Natasha said before they’d silently returned to the Compound and entered the tiny security room to watch the video feeds.

The two drifters who rarely visited the Compound and had little to do with the New Avengers, Clint and Tony, had their own justifications to wanting to see the feed. Clint wanted to check in on Wanda after hearing whom her supposed favorite person was. Since Pietro’s death, he’d become a father figure to her, so Clint felt responsible for looking out for Wanda, especially if she ever decided to look for a romantic partner. He didn’t think Vision was a bad guy (far from it, in fact), but there was the question of if Vision had emotions. Clint didn’t want Wanda to get hurt. It was a bit hard adjusting his behavior and advice to a young adult from his children who hadn’t even entered their teens, but it was definitely worth it even if he accidentally overstepped his bounds every now and then. Tony just wanted to see how things were progressing with his self-proclaimed “robot son.” He felt at odds with three of the four newest Avengers. Sam was easy enough to get along with, but it wasn’t like Tony really knew the guy. And Wanda and Vision were on a whole different level of… everything. He wasn’t sure where to start with either of them even though he knew Vision should be easier to talk to than Wanda. There was just something that made talking to the guy really, really difficult for Tony.

“Boys, you're all wrong. They're kids being kids, and kids do weird shit when they're bored - and they don't care who sees. This doesn’t even classify as 'weird shit' because I'd call you a damn liar if you said you hadn't done this before - except for our resident fossil," Natasha laughed, swiveling around in the computer chair to face them. She’d claimed the single chair in the room immediately upon entering it, leaving the men to awkwardly scrunch together behind her. Rhodes and Clint were at her sides while Sam, Tony, and Steve were pressed together behind them.

"Okay, no, it definitely counts as 'weird shit' because pretty much anything involving Vision classifies as 'weird shit,'" Tony argued, pointing at the screen as Vision quickly appeared on it, barely noticeable red wisps around his ankles and wearing clothes none of them ever thought he’d wear.

"You don't know the guy 'cause you're rarely here, Tony. Vision is the embodiment of ‘weird,’ so this is normal by Vision standards. Weird was when Nat was teaching them how to swim," Sam countered.

“And when Tony drunkenly tried to teach Vision to twerk at that Stark charity ball thing,” Clint sniggered. Everyone but Tony had a chuckle remembering how Tony had nearly succeeded explaining why people twerked before Wanda dragged Vision away from him.

“Hold on, that wasn’t weird - that was father-son bonding time!”

“Anyone else smell that? It’s the patent Stark bullshit.”

"I just want to know how she convinced him to join her," Rhodes said, a bit loudly for his norm, wanting to stop the oncoming squabble between Clint and Tony.

"First of all, Vision rarely says no to things. Second of all - and this really negates the need for my first point - it's Wanda," Natasha shrugged, swiveling around to look at the screen again. On one hand, there was no chance she could blackmail Vision with this because he seemed to have no shame, but Wanda, on the other hand...

"... True," Rhodes agreed, holding his hands up in the air in defeat. Clint wished someone had a follow up comment to disagree, but silence enveloped the room as they watched the camera feed for the third or fourth time through.

"Hey, Steve… are those your socks?" Sam squinted at the screen, pointing at Vision's feet. Natasha paused the video since it was one of the few times the living room furniture didn't block out Vision and Wanda's lower halves, and Rhodes moved aside so Steve could get closer to the computer and get a better look.

"Yes, yes they are."

"Vis, come on. It's not like we're breaking in. The only time Steve locks his door is when he’s sleeping, and he only does that because Stark drew on his face while drunk one time," Wanda said, tugging at Vision's hand. He’d followed her willingly enough from the living room to Steve’s closed, but admittedly unlocked door, yet his stomach had twisted with each step they took. Vision felt curiously jumpy and had to stamp down the need to look over his shoulder as if the rest of the Avengers would burst into the living quarters of the Compound at any moment. He knew they were not due back until at least the following morning, and yet his shoulders were taut under his shirt and his mouth was dry.

"You told me that closed doors meant the room's owner did not want others coming in on their own free will." It wasn't a lie - Wanda had told him that. Vision just didn’t want to tell Wanda the real reason why he didn’t want to enter Steve’s room, though he wouldn’t be surprised if she could read his mood. He was feeling rather… silly, really, about the whole situation. Over the ten months since his birth, Vision had learned and done many things, but there was one thing that always seemed to elude him: denying Wanda when she requested something from him. All she had to do was turn her green eyes to him and give the slightest hint of a smile, and his systems always seemed to fail. He figured it was a fault in his programming (which was done by Tony, who could never say no to a pretty face, something Wanda definitely had). Not that she’d ever made him do something he truly didn’t want to do, just… things he normally would never even think of doing. Humans were very, very odd sometimes, but he did enjoy humoring them (especially Wanda, who came up with the strangest things).

Vision avoided looking at Wanda’s face after his comment and instead concentrated on their linked hands, knowing she was about to start pouting at him. He had, after all, caved in to her request and was already wearing what she deemed “appropriate” clothing for the occasion. Her pout would also likely mean his immediate downfall, as Vision knew he agreed to whatever she said after she pouted 96.742% of the time. There was just something about the way Wanda’s lower lip jutted and her eyebrows worried her brow that made him forget his misgivings and do what she wanted him to do. It was even more effective than her various smiles.

Vision’s eyes automatically followed his hand when Wanda brought it up to her face by her chin, and the corners of his lips twitched upwards as he accepted defeat. She’d brought his attention right to where he’d been attempting to avoid. Sometimes, he wondered if she actually knew his weak points or if she was just insanely lucky.

"Yes, but we're doing this in the name of science, Vis. Science. You love science. And, also, it's Steve. If he even found out, he wouldn't mind one bit. It's not like we're stealing any of his possessions. We're just borrowing a pair of his socks, which we're even going to wash for him when we're done,” Wanda paused slightly, and she continued before Vision even had the chance to open his mouth, “You won't get them dirty, but the floor might. And it’s common courtesy." Vision expelled his breath through his nose, halfway between amused and amazed. She’d done it again. It was hard not to question if Wanda ever read his mind even though he knew she never did without his explicit permission. She always seemed to know what he'd say before he said it. Vision had gone to Sam to question him about Wanda’s knack for knowing what to say and do, and Sam had laughed it off, saying that’s just how best friends were. There wasn't any real proof behind it, it was just something that... was. A soft, full-blown smile wormed its way onto his face, a warm buzz filling his chest that soon traveled across his whole body. He repositioned his hand that was caught between both of hers so he could squeeze one, completely ignoring the hum in his lips that could only be silenced by meeting Wanda’s cheek.

Vision really needed to look into his coding to figure out how to say no to all the absolutely ridiculous things Wanda got him to do and how to shut down the odd impulses he had around her.

"In the name of science, then," he said, artificial heart skipping a beat when a radiant, toothy grin spread across her face. Which definitely did not have anything to do with why he agreed to her schemes, no, not at all.

That was absurd as well as impossible for someone like him.

With a tap to the monitor screen outside of Steve’s door, Wanda got them access to his room. Vision bit the inside of his cheek when she didn’t release his hand and instead intertwined their fingers. It was a little awkward, since her hand was smaller than his and their vastly different heights made the position of their arms uncomfortable, but Wanda seemed as keen as Vision was to let go – which meant she was going to hold on until she absolutely needed to release his hand. Vision let her lead him into Steve’s room, but he didn’t peer around it in respect of Steve’s privacy since he’d never been in Steve’s room before. Wanda, however, apparently had been because she led him confidently to a chest of drawers on the far wall and dropped to her knees to open the bottom drawer. Vision had to lean over awkwardly to not let go of her hand, but it did provide him with a better view of what she was doing as Wanda immediately reached to the very back of the drawer. Though it was filled with white and gray undershirts, she pulled out the socks she wanted with a flourish and a wicked smirk over her shoulder. Steve had described the socks as “garishly wonderful.” Vision preferred referring to them as an assault on his eyes. The crew socks had been part of a five-pack of male Avengers themed soft, fuzzy socks, and Sam had gifted them to Steve on Steve’s birthday as a joke. The socks currently in Wanda’s hand were the Captain America themed ones. They were obnoxiously red, white, and blue to replicate Steve’s original costume from the 1940s, complete with little white, protruding wings at the top that were reminiscent of the ones on his helmet.

Vision’s eye unconsciously twitched. Wanda’s smirk grew wider.

"Are you certain I actually need to wear the socks? I can just copy them myself." It was futile. Vision knew it, yet he felt the need to ask anyway. The strange prickliness of his skin was back, tightening his muscles, as he stared at the socks instead of Wanda’s devious face. He, along with everyone else, knew Steve sometimes wore the socks “because they’re comfortable.” Vision felt that wasn’t an adequate reason for wearing the horrid socks, but he was never going to tell anyone, especially Steve, that. He’d learned that humans sacrificed comfort for beauty in social settings, and they sacrificed style for comfort when they were alone. Vision was glad he never had to do either, as he could make his clothes as comfortable as he liked while they still looked fancy.

"Yup. Science, Vis. What if your molecules behave differently than the actual socks and create a different amount of friction? You’ve never tried replicating something like these before. And besides, we already did the worst part of this - entering Steve's room without his explicit permission." If it was possible, Wanda’s smirk became even more wicked, and Vision knew that expression. He wondered what about it that made his systems come to a grinding halt (he kept files on all the smiles she gave him and what they meant, and this particular smile, in the top three of the “smiles that’d make him do pretty much anything for Wanda” category, meant trouble), though an easy answer was that he had a soft spot for Wanda when she did almost anything. It didn’t matter that what she said wasn’t exactly right or that she was asking him to put on those absurd socks – all that mattered was she smiled and he couldn’t dream of saying no to that smile, and because he wouldn’t exactly have to look at the socks if he was wearing them.

Perhaps now he’d learn why Steve wore the horrid things.

“I doubt that, if I could not copy them correctly, it would significantly change the amount of friction between myself and the floor,” Vision said, though he did not refuse the socks when Wanda exasperatedly shoved them his way. Completely and utterly defeated, he carefully sat on the ground next to Wanda, crediting all of the reluctance he felt to having to put on the socks rather than having to finally let go of her hand. He couldn’t help the frown on his face as he unrolled them and pulled them on his feet, barely resisting the need to voice his displeasure with them again. There was one redeeming factor about the socks, though – they weren’t too terribly small for him. Wanda had chosen Steve’s socks to borrow since Steve was the tallest Avenger, besides Vision, and was the most likely to have a similar foot length to him. Or so she’d claimed. Vision knew most of her reasoning had to come from the bright blue socks currently sitting innocently on his feet. A curious sort of heat was pooling in his neck and face as he stared at them, pout deepening at how they clashed with his deep red skin.

Vision’s attention snapped up from his feet when he heard muffled snickers. Wanda turned her face away from him, but her giggling, hidden being the sleeve of her sweater, didn’t stop. Vision’s head tilted to the side ever so slightly, assessing the sweater. It was navy blue and had previously been his. Pepper had ordered him about a week’s worth of clothes before she’d known he wouldn’t need any, but he did end up being grateful for them since having the physical copies allowed him to duplicate their texture. Recently, after Wanda had realized he wasn’t wearing them, she’d asked if she could have the sweaters. There was no logical reason to deny her, but Vision also couldn’t deduce why she’d want them. Wanda’s smaller frame was completely drowned in the sweaters, and the sleeves ran far past her fingertips. He’d searched the Internet for answers, but it just led him down paths he knew had to be false (he was not her boyfriend and she couldn’t possibly want him as her boyfriend - and he’d never worn them so, if he did have a particular scent, it wouldn’t be on the sweaters). Because of the romantic connotations, Vision hadn’t dared ask the other Avengers for a possible explanation, because he didn’t want them getting the wrong idea or to embarrass Wanda if they questioned her about it. He knew he could just ask her, but… seeing her in them and knowing he was the only one she let see her in them…

Vision clenched his hands into fists on the ground. The heat in his neck was building. He needed a distraction to stop overheating. His gaze returned to the vile socks that felt very strange on his feet. Vision had worn physical clothing before, but he’d never worn socks, let alone the fuzzy kind. The fabric was indeed quite soft, but he was still unconvinced the softness was worth the ugliness. Experimentally, he wiggled his toes, still trying to pin down why Steve willingly admitted to liking them.

By his side, Wanda almost choked on her sleeve. She’d started peering over at Vision as soon as she felt his heavy gaze, and seeing him wiggle his toes was surprising to her. He’d been taking things in stride, as usual, but the socks had been the one thing he’d nearly put his foot down on. Wanda knew he thought they were atrocious. His disgust at them rolled off of him in waves whenever he set eyes upon them. She bit her lower lip, a familiar, pleasant ache building in her chest because she knew he was only wearing them for her. She couldn’t believe he’d agreed to her plan – all parts of her plan. Wanda supposed it was only because they were alone, but she wasn’t complaining. She knew a Vision the others only got glimpses of. If the others could see him like he normally was with her, they’d understand him better, but she was selfishly glad he was taking much longer to warm up to the others. It was nice having him to herself.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda calmed herself, willing to risk looking back at Vision to continue their plans. She knew she wouldn’t be able to contain her laughter again if he was still wiggling his toes, but Vision was, thankfully, just pouting adorably at the socks. She concentrated on his eyes, trying to catch the way his irises rotated and how quickly they were going. Wanda didn’t want to make him do anything he didn’t want to do, and he wasn’t likely to tell her he was truly upset without some prodding. So she’d learned how to ascertain the minute differences in the way he expressed himself (and having an excuse to stare intently at his face was always a plus, she wasn’t scared to admit that to herself). The corners of his mouth twitched when he was overflowing with some emotion he was trying to hide, and his irises went counterclockwise when he was upset. Since neither was happening, Wanda rotated her body to face him fully again, flicking one of his bare knees.

“Stop moping. I’ll join you in the bad fashion, okay?” Though she made sure her voice was whiny, Wanda wasn’t really upset. She didn’t see why Vision disliked the socks because she thought they were fun – stupid, yes, but fun. When Vision looked up, a gentle smile replacing his pout, Wanda had to look away before her face could start heating up. There was something about the way his face softened from the hard lines surrounded it and the way the skin around his eyes crinkled that made her heart skip a beat. In order to distract herself, Wanda forcibly made herself concentrate on the socks, sticking her hand back into the open drawer to find them. There were only three remaining pairs since Natasha had started a prank war with Clint with the Hawkeye socks. So far, Clint hadn’t been able to find where Natasha had stashed them away, and he was determined to find them before they fell out during a mission, which had happened when Natasha started the war without telling Clint. Sam and Natasha had made fun of him, relentlessly, for days until Natasha found the socks in her own gear bag during a mission.

Feeling the little additions to the socks, Wanda easily found the Thor ones. The Hawkeye pair would’ve been her first pick, but as they were unavailable, she’d settle for Thor because there was no way in hell she was going to wear the Iron Man socks (and the Hulk ones just felt… wrong, all things considered). The Thor socks came with little buttons down the front, reflecting Thor’s odd armor, and had not only little white wings on the top but a mini flowing cape as well. Wanda thought they were cute, but the cape did make her wonder which pair of socks Vision would like better since he liked capes.

“Cape or wings, Vis? You pick since I’m making you do this,” Wanda asked as she closed the drawer and held the socks up between them. If Vision chose the Thor socks, she’d be a bit disappointed since the Captain America ones clashed so horribly with his skin, but she also wasn’t going to refuse him if he wanted to swap. Wanda narrowed her eyes when one side of Vision’s mouth curled upwards, irises rotating quickly. She knew that face, even though it was the second rarest expression he wore since he seldom let himself be a little shit. It made her feel better, though, because now Wanda knew, for sure, that Vision would enjoy himself, even just a tiny bit. It was also nice to see since he always denied his humanity, but it was an expression he’d come up with on his own without mimicking any other Avenger. One day, Wanda hoped he’d finally see and agree he was human enough. Until then, though, she was satisfied knowing he was comfortable around her and allowed her to see him develop. It was always the little things like these that made heat bloom in her chest that kept her warm for days.

“I prefer golden capes to red ones. I am perfectly fine with these socks.”

Scoffing and rolling her eyes, Wanda removed one of the socks she’d already been wearing, chucking it at Vision’s face. He caught it deftly, laughter bubbling up through his body. Wanda puffed up her cheeks petulantly, wishing Vision had slightly worse reflexes. It would’ve been nice to see him get nailed in the nose and try to shake it off, but she had gotten him to actually laugh (another testament to the feelings he denied but Wanda had buckets of proof for).

“I think you just don’t want to wear the little buttons on the front. He has silly armor,” Wanda huffed, shaking one of the Thor socks in Vision’s face. He batted it away, chuckling; Wanda bit her lip as she smiled back, acutely aware of how her face was heating up. Perhaps if they were normal young adults living normal lives, probably in a college dorm goofing off because they had no immediate deadlines, she’d kiss him. Maybe it’d be a peck, just to relieve her burning affection for him threatening to boil over, or maybe it’d turn into something a little more.

But they weren’t normal young adults. They weren’t college students messing around before they did something stupid. They were Avengers, and, on top of that, they’d never be normal, either. Vision was a synthetic human, and Wanda was an enhanced person. It was dumb to even think about “what ifs” because they were literally impossible.

Shaking her head to physically rid herself of asinine daydreams, Wanda quickly pulled off her remaining sock and tossed it at Vision with less animation than before. He caught it as she pulled on the Thor socks that were far too large for her feet. The heels poked out awkwardly behind her Achilles tendons, and they traveled farther up her calf than crew socks were supposed to go. Wanda pretended to try and rearrange the socks for a better fit, face burning but shoulders heavy, while she really just took surreptitious glances at Vision as he rolled her socks into a pair with too much precision. Perhaps it was the clothes she’d gotten him to wear that had spurned her stupid what-ifs that pulled at her darker thoughts (because if she was normal, then Pietro would be alive, as would her parents… but then again, she would’ve never met Vision, and though Pietro’s death still stabbed at her like a red hot knife – or, more accurately, searing bullet holes mincing her torso and arms – she felt more alive with the Avengers than she had since before those missiles fell on her home in Sokovia when they were ten). Wanda wanted to reach over and tug at the slightly unkempt sleeve of his white t-shirt. It was odd enough seeing him in a t-shirt and the same loose, athletic shorts she was wearing, but some normalcy could be returned if he kept his clothes unwrinkled. It wasn’t a bad look for Vision, just a complete 180 from his normal outfit of pressed sweaters and slacks. Wanda could see more of his skin than she’d seen since he’d burst out of the cradle, and she found herself holding back the urge to run her fingers along the vibranium that ran smoothly with his musculature.

“You do not need to hesitate, Wanda. You are not forcing me to do anything I do not wish to do.”

Vision’s voice tore Wanda’s attention away from his forearms. She looked sharply at his face, wanting to laugh. He was sometimes insanely good at reading her mood, but most of the time, he blundered around awkwardly while trying to reassure her. It was another one of his many endearing traits.

“Whatever you say, you big dummy,” Wanda said, rolling her eyes in good humor. She stood up, nonchalantly adding, “I still can’t believe you tried getting out of the socks but didn’t care about the other clothes.” She knew his aversion to showing off his body, one of the few negative things he’d developed on his own. His insecurity stemmed from his differentness, the vibranium and red skin with a texture only he could tell differed from normal humans’ (though that probably made it worse than if everyone else could also tell), and he’d adopted a style to cover up as much skin as he possibly could. Wanda knew he sometimes even avoided reflective surfaces on his bad days (which he, of course, denied to having, but Wanda made sure to play as many games of chess, Shogi, and other strategy games he liked best on those days). When Vision didn’t stand, Wanda nudged his knee with her shin, noticing how he’d placed her rolled up socks on the floor beside his thigh. Instead of responding, he looked down at his attire, using one hand to tug at the end of his t-shirt and the other to gently skim to lower edges of his black and white shorts. She couldn’t see anything but the top of his shiny bald head, but Wanda could feel that his pout had returned based off of the turbulent emotions twisting off of him. His mind started leaping chaotically from one thought to another as he went through logical simulations, but she didn’t try to enter it, instead waiting for him to come to his own conclusions to tell her. It was uncommon for Vision to be unable to come out of his thought spirals on his own, and she hoped she hadn’t unintentionally caused it to happen.

Finally, after two minutes passed that felt like hours, Vision looked up at her, brows scrunched together over his eyes like how his lips puckered. His irises were rotating in intervals, switching between quick and slow speeds, and Wanda felt a chill spreading down her back. She knew she had to diffuse the mood he was about to start drowning in.

“I do not understand. I thought you said this type of attire was required for this ritual?” Wanda looked at a spot right over his left shoulder to avoid his unintentional sad puppy eyes. How could she stop him from dropping into his funk? Mentally, she berated herself, because she had brought it up without even thinking.

“It is, I promise. You just don’t normally… It was dumb to say. I’m sorry, Vis.” Wanda hoped her backtracking would work, but she knew it was a long shot. Vision was almost as stubborn as her sometimes because he didn’t like letting go of some topics once they were introduced.

“I do not…” Vision paused, expelling a soft sigh through his nostrils. Wanda glanced at his face and winced upon seeing the corners of his mouth twitch. She immediately crouched down in front of him, shoulders sagging under an invisible weight.

“I am different.” He gestured helplessly at his body in general, not meeting Wanda’s gaze.

“You have not treated me differently, for which I am grateful, but—“

“Vis. Look at me,” Wanda interrupted him, not wanting him to complete his sentence. She frowned when Vision only glanced at her for a few seconds before looking away again.

“I apologize, Wanda, we should—“

“Vision, stop,” Wanda interrupted him again, reaching out as she spoke to grab his face in both of her hands to force him to look at her. His irises stopped turning counterclockwise for a second when he met her gaze. Vision gripped her wrists, probably to remove her hands form his face, but Wanda locked her joints to keep her arms in place.

“You’re not ‘different.’ You’re just like the rest of us. Skin color, hair color, prosthetic limbs, artificial organs – none of it matters. Bodies do not matter, Vision. They should not. How people live – theirs souls, that’s what matters. And you have a wonderful soul, Vis – the most wonderful one I’ve ever seen. You are worthy, okay? Even Mjuh… Mo… Thor’s hammer—”

“—Mjölnir—”

“—Yes, that, agrees. Natasha told me that none of them could lift it the night Ultron was born.” Vision blinked slowly at Wanda, and she was honestly stumped on if he took her words to heart or not. His face was blank, but his irises were rotating clockwise again, which was something. When he tilted his head to lean his face more firmly into her left palm, Wanda knew the storm had subsided. She brushed her thumbs over his high cheekbones, wiping away his invisible tears, before teasingly pinching his cheek. Vision winced, flinching out of her grasp even though she hadn’t physically hurt him.

“People are dumb. Ignore them and then tell me so I can kick their asses. You look good. You arms and legs look fine, Vis. And if you want a hug, you’ll get one,” Wanda said as she stood up, shaking out her legs. She didn’t take her gaze off of Vision’s face, though. It was still blank, but there was something about his eyes that she couldn’t place. It was happening a lot more frequently as of late, and she was determined to figure out what it meant. His spinning irises slowed to a barely discernable crawl, and his pupils constricted. The look always made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, but not in a threatened sort of way. If he didn’t have a perfect memory, Wanda would hazard a guess that he was memorizing the moment (or, as her traitorous heart thumped, memorizing her). Instead of trying to reflect on his newly developing behavior, Wanda just held her arms out, raising an eyebrow at him. Vision blinked once, and his eyes were back to normal. A gentle smile graced his lips as he stood up, leaning into her open arms. His arms were feather-light around her, but Wanda made sure to squeeze his torso with all the strength she possessed. He generally avoided her touch if he was feeling down, so it was nice he wanted a hug. It made Wanda hope that he felt as rejuvenated as she did after hugging him. Even though he never fully squeezed back, it felt nice pressing her cheek to his chest, hearing his heart beat, and being encircled by his warmth.

A relaxed silence fell around them until Vision tapped Wanda’s shoulder, his silent signal to tell her he’d had enough. Still feeling a bit guilty, she gave him an extra squeeze before letting him go, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“You are very good at… this,” Vision mused softly, gently gesturing his hand between them. Wanda caught it, intertwining their fingers again; she almost missed when his lips twitched upwards at the corners. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from beaming as her heart thrummed desperately in her chest.

“Not really – just with people I know. Clint is actually much better than I am even though he can’t read minds,” she said nonchalantly, leading Vision out of Steve’s room.

“Perhaps it is because he is just more experienced? He is older than you, and he has children,” Vision offered, squeezing her hand. Wanda shrugged, not too concerned with it. She wasn’t exactly a people person, unlike Pietro. She’d definitely help people in need, but she’d never been good at conversing and making friends with them. Pietro had been the charmer between them, always able to talk to someone even if he didn’t necessarily like them. Wanda absentmindedly entered the lock code to the panel to her room, which was right across the hall from Steve’s, trying to imagine how Pietro would have adjusted to life with the Avengers. He would’ve had an easier time talking and maintaining conversations, but he was still as guarded as Wanda was with his affection. Wanda doubted he would’ve been on any better terms with any of the others than she currently was; though, she also doubted he’d be on the same level as she was with Vision.

“Are doors an inconvenience to you?” Wanda asked without turning to face Vision when her door eased open. She needed a distraction from thinking about Pietro, and Vision’s aversion to using doors was an easy topic to latch on to as she pulled him through the doorway to her room.

“Since I can phase through walls, yes, though I am trying to use them more as per your teaching,” he replied, and Wanda felt the slight pull of his arm on hers when he shrugged. She rolled her eyes, tugging his arm teasingly.

“You say that as if it is a bad thing when it is just how most people need to move around buildings, Vis. I think I’d be just as inconvenienced as you are, though, if I could walk through walls,” Wanda mused, glancing over her shoulder at him. She hoped she’d phrased her thoughts properly to not accidentally push his buttons again. Twice in less than ten minutes would be a first (excluding a time Tony was over since Tony liked using nicknames that he knew grated on people’s nerves when he was in a bad mood). Vision just wrinkled his nose at her, making Wanda laugh. She had to let go of his hand when she walked over to her desk, rummaging around in her chaotic drawer to find two rolls of electrical tape. Vision was still behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body but far enough away that she couldn’t accidentally jab him in the ribs with her elbow (which would end up hurting her instead of him, ironically).

“The goal with the tape is to mark our progress, since we’re doing science. We’re going to run down the hallway outside to build up speed to slide on the kitchen floor. Mark where you stop with the tape. You get blue to match your socks, Vis,” Wanda explained, snickering. She heard, and felt, him breathe through his nose in an almost-snort (since he was too polite to actually snort), making her snicker more until she finally found the rolls of tape. She’d borrowed them from one of Tony’s labs earlier in the week, and she had never gotten the motivation to return them.

“And what is the purpose of this clothing? If it was to reduce air resistance, which there will not be enough to make a discernable difference for sliding on the floor with socks, you would not be wearing that sweater.” He used his free hand to ghost his fingers along her shoulder, following the seam that held the arm to the body of the sweater, and Wanda wanted to lean into his hand. Vision rarely initiated physical contact with her (or anyone, really), so it was tempting for her to prolong his light touch. Instead of focusing on him, though, she pulled up the happy memory that had been the catalyst for her asking him if he wanted to slide in the kitchen in fluffy socks.

“It’s just…,” her voice trailed off, fingers tightening around his momentarily as she tried to remember the correct word in English, “It is something my father started. We always did it in our sleeping clothes, and we always had a competition of who could slide the farthest every other week.” Heat blossomed in her chest, overwhelming her to well up in her eyes, as she thought about her family. There was no pain accompanying the mental image of her father, clad in an undershirt and boxers, showing her and Pietro how to slide around on the floor; there was only a soothing warmth that had a bittersweet twinge. Pietro had always been faster than her, even when they were five and the sock slide tournaments started, beginning his reign of fearless leader of the two of them. He’d always assured her no harm would come to her, that he wouldn’t let it, and Wanda had always tried to remind him to think of himself sometimes. All the signs of his arrogant but caring personality had been there from the very beginning as he’d bragged about being stronger but purposefully let Wanda win most of the sock slide competitions (the times he didn’t were the few times he was upset with her for some reason or another).

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Cactus; A Conversation

This is almost 100% dialogue so it should be a quick read. This is set during Summer 2016 when Harry was filming.

Enjoy!

Cactus; A Conversation Summary: Communication. The Styles Warnings: None.

Hey… what are you doing?

…

Are you ignoring me?

…

Fuck, I forgot about the time difference.

So sorry, love.

Okay, it’s 5 here, so it’s 8am in LA. What are you doing?

…

Hello?

...

Mother Fucker

Sorry Siri decided I needed to use Talk to Text. I’m actually impressed that didn’t autocorrect.

Must use it too much. Naughty.

:P ha

Did you need something?

Just wanted to talk, love. What are you up to?

Honey Child.

Sweet, sweet Honey Child.

You were sleeping, weren’t you?

Very much so. Can I text you back at a more reasonable hour?

It’s 8am, love?

Bitch, and?

Lol

Okay, I’m awake. What did you want to talk about, cariño?

What does cariño mean?

Sweetheart. Now what’s up, buttercup?

…

Had my first day of filming today.

Yeah? How’d it go?

Cold, wet… foamy.

Yuck. Did you have fun though?

… I guess?

So no then. What happened?

Nothing.

I think that may have been the problem, you know?

We literally sat on the beach for hours in wet wool.

Yeah… Don’t know if I’d enjoy that either.

Actually, know I wouldn’t. Hate getting wet.

…

God I have a joke for you, but I respect you and won’t make it.

Good choice. I’ve only had a cup of tea. I need at least two to adequately respond to dirty jokes.

Lol… Noted.

So you’re not feeling this filming business then?

…

It’s only day one.

But it’ll get better.

I hope.

It will.

But hey… you’re doing something that you’ve never done before.

There’s no shame in trying something and deciding it’s not really your gig.

Yeah. You’re right.

Thank you.

Anytime, pretty boy.

… well anytime in between standard business hours PST. Your homegirl gotta sleep.

:) I’ll keep that in mind, lovely. Have a good day.

Knock Knock.

Who’s there?

A cow goes.

Heyyy… That’s one of mine.

Yeah… I know. There’s a compilation video of your jokes on youtube.

…

Yeah…

There’s also one of you grabbing your crotch.

Well more than one.

Seriously. And you have the gall to call me naughty.

It’s part of the song…

Yeah uh-huh.

What are you doing? Looking me up on youtube, love?

Don’t change the subject. We’re talking about you and your crotch-grabbing.

At least, it’s my crotch and not someone else’s…

More than can be said about Trump.

Ugh… don’t get me started.

I hope he chokes on like… goldschlager. Or segues off a cliff.

Do people actually drink goldschlager? I thought it was something you bought and kept on a shelf so you look cool.

Might as well. Tastes like shit in my personal opinion.

You’ve had it then, love?

Yeah my uncle bought it once. I think it’s still sitting on his liquor shelf.

How’s filming going now? Better?

Yeah...

We’re still on the beach.

Still sitting?

No now we’re swimming.

Yuck.

You want to know what else is yuck?

What else, love?

Apparently you know a lot of women who spit.

Jamie Schwartz. You are a very mean woman.

Boo hoo, Baby Boo.

What are your opinions on platypi?

…

Hmm… I don’t know if Brits did this in school, but we did these silly story prompts, where you had to fill in the blanks and then you’d read it and it’d make a silly story.

Yeah. Okay.

Platypi are like that.

Someone just filled in the blanks with random shit.

So platypi are silly stories?

Rather poetic wouldn’t you say?

What brought this on?

At the pub with the lads.

So you’re drunk.

I’ve had one pint. Thank you very much.

Libby, our first camera, she’s from LA...technically she’s from OC… anyways, you’d like her.

She said platypi are her favorite animal. Just wanted to know what you thought about platypi.

Aw… cariño, you’re tipsy and thinking about me. That’s sweet.

Don’t be rude, love.

No really, it’s very sweet.

Who’re you?

I don’t know. Who’s this?

Name’s Barry. Are you male or female? Jamie could be either, y’know.

Thought you didn’t know who I was. Also does it matter?

…

No… Not necessarily.

Nvm I googled you.

You’re very pretty. Exactly the kinda girl I’d imagine for dear Harold. Hella cool tattoos.

Well thank you. I guess.

Sorry he’s rude. Hope he didn’t say anything too shocking.

Nope… Not at all. Who’s this?

Tom. Are you Harry’s girlfriend?

Nope… Where is Harry?

He went to the toilet. Oh look he’s back!

…

Sorry!

What did they say tyo?

Nothing… just wanted to know who I was.

Teach you to leave your phone unattended.

Jesus, love… They gave me a bloody heart attack.

“Hello?”

“Hello, love.”

She smiled. “Hey Haz. What time is it there?”

“Late…”

“Are you okay, Hazza?”

He sighed and she sipped at her tea. “I just…”

“Hey, what is it? Seriously.”

“I get lonely… sometimes and I feel like I can… talk to yeh.”

“You can.” She leaned back against her couch. “You always can. What did you do today?”

He sighed again, this time the sound was less tense. “We filmed some more out on the lake. It’s amazin’ how long it takes to film one scene. We can work on it all week and still have to do reshoots.”

“Oh god.. That must be frustrating.”

“Yeah… What are yeh workin’ on?”

She smiled. “I’ve been asked to help with a couple of songs on John Mayer’s album and a new artist, Rag’N’Bone Man?”

“Yeah, I know him… Well I don’t know him but I’ve heard of him.”

“They need someone to fill in some blues guitar.”

“That’s excellent. He was pretty big in the UK before he signed on with Columbia. That must be excitin’.”

“Yeah he’s a cool dude.”

“Are yeh excited to work with him?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I mean. It’s different then what I normally do, but it’s interesting.”

“Have yeh thought about Jamaica at all?”

“I have…”

“And?”

“I’m honestly not sure why you want me there… You have Mitch... don’t really need me.” He tried to interrupt. “But if you want me there, then I’ll be there.”

“I want yeh there for the same reasons John Mayer and Rag’N’Bone and all them want yeh to work on their albums. Yer a fantastic guitarist, love.”

She blushed. “Yeah… well if you want me there, I’ll be there.”

“Good.” He chuckled. “I also think yer a cool person and I want t’be able to- yawn -get t’know yeh better.”

She smiled. “I think it might be bedtime for you, cariño. What time d’ya have to be up in the morning?”

“I’ll probably get up at six and go fer a run. Call is at 9.”

“Ooh… fun.”

So I’ll be in London for a week maybe two next month. If y’all are still in London, you wanna hang one night?

Of course! We’ll be in town all next month I think. When are you coming?

As of right now, it’s the 15th through the 22nd, but it rarely ever goes that quickly. Probably will be through the end of the month.

Do you wanna stay at mine?

Oh that’s not necessary… I make Columbia a lot of money and in return they spend some on me when they need me to travel.

They fly me out first class too. Oh la la

Very posh. Seriously though. My house is better than any hotel.

I’m sure it is, but I don't want to be in the way. You have to be exhausted.

Wouldn’t be in the way. We could hang out and I can show you around the parts of London you haven’t seen yet.

Seriously, though. You know you’ll be more comfortable in my house than in a hotel.

It’s a very nice hotel though.

And I live in a very nice house.

What studio will you be in?

Somewhere out in North London I think. Never been there before.

Well that’s just perfect. I live in North London.

…

Are you uncomfortable, love? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.

No its just… I don’t want to invade your space.

You wouldn’t be, love… or rather I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want you too. I hate rattling around by myself in my big empty house. Come share my space with me.

Please?

Pleeease?

If you’re sure…

This won’t be weird or anything?

I am sure and no, it won’t be weird.

Okay…

What?

I have a question for you.

Shoot.

How do you live like this…

Wait that sounded more rude than I meant for it to.

How do people not take advantage of you? How are you still so kind?

…

They did.

A lot at first and occasionally, people still try to.

But I like to think that I’m better at reading people now.

Are you planning on taking advantage of me?

Of course not.

I want to wrap you up in bubble wrap and protect you from everything.

I just got really worried about you for a second. I’m fine now.

We’re in LA on Wednesday. Wanna hang?

Sure! Whadya got in mind?

Wanna go watch a movie?

How bout you just come to mine? I can cook for you. A thank you for putting me up last month.

You don’t need to thank me, love.

Sure I do. Don’t bother arguing with me.

Yes ma’am.

Knock Knock

She wiped her hands on her jeans, suddenly nervous. She shouldn’t be, honestly. She’d been in almost constant contact with Harry all summer and then there was the two week stay in London. She shouldn’t be nervous.

But she was.

Opening the door, she smiled.

“Hi.”

He grinned back. “Hi.”

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